There is only one thing in the world that I am afraid of. Hitler.
His maniacal mind. His seemingly nonexistent conscience. Even his face terrifies me. Those beady eyes and that tiny mustache. Since he came to power in 1938, nothing has been the same.
I think about my fear and the world's current problems as I spoon feed my baby brother Ansell his mashed carrots. He sticks his little tongue out at me happily and orange goop dribbles down his chin.
Father grins and ruffles Ansell's thin hair.